Adventures in Mediocrity

So, today was Earth Day. Well, technically every day is Earth Day, but it was Official Do Something Naturey Day, so I made plans to grab the rake and the shovel and go clean out our flower bed. It’s full of weeds and dead rose bushes and miscellaneous I don’t know what that has just been lying there being gross since we bought the house in January.

So, I get up, put on my grubby Serious Chores clothes and play a couple games of Solitaire to wake up (coffee…bleh, why would I do that?). Finally I’m feeling awake, so I leash up The Dog I Don’t Really Like But Put Up With Because I Have To (we’ll call him “Butch” in the future to save typing), grab the garden tools and head outside. Everything starts out just fine. I dig up the rose bushes and start raking out the old, moldy mulch. Then?

Mother Nature says, “Screw your Earth Day. I want to literally rain on your parade.” And so she did. All day, and supposedly she’ll do the same tomorrow.

My point? I don’t really have one.